Mad Cool turned on a dime tonight (July 10). Spain sealed their triumph over Belgium in the World Cup midway through Kings of Leonâs set on the main stage, leading the Followills to precede âUse Somebodyâ with ecstatic visuals declaring âESPAĂA HA GANADO!â (âSpain won!â). A state of mass euphoria ensued, with punters spontaneously breaking out into a chant of âSeven Nation Armyâ. The Kings were already cruising towards festival victory, but this kicked them into hyperspace.
That excitement decidedly spills over into Twenty One Pilotsâ bravura headline show on the same stage immediately afterwards, as the Ohio alt-rock innovators close the night with a set that packs in pyro, fireworks and death-defying stunts. Not that they really need the boost: Tyler Joseph and drummer Josh Dun have essentially taken over Iberdrola Music all day, their merch-clad fans â aka the Skeleton Clique â flooding the site in such vast numbers that it felt like you were walking among a religious cult.
One lad wandered into the Pixies crowd earlier with his neck painted black, a reference to Blurryface, a figure at the heart of the bandâs complex lore. Or maybe he just needed a good shower on day three of the festival. In any case, when Joseph roars, âWeâre gonna give you everything weâve got tonight!â, itâs far from boilerplate festival crowd work â itâs a statement of intent and possibly the Pilotsâ entire raison d’etre.
The duo take absolutely no chances, stuffing their small hours set (they come on at half midnight) with one hook after another. Thereâs even a section where they lead a singalong of Cherâs âBelieveâ and, yes, âSeven Nation Armyâ â the latter introduced by a video of Jack White giving them his blessing. âCongratulations on your win tonight,â Joseph yells, prompting an ear-splitting roar from the audience.
This crowd-pleasing approach says a lot about the group. For all that their music is steeped in enough narrative to fill several hundred branches of Games Workshop, as the lyrics concern a character named Clancy battling a bunch of bad bastards called the Bishops, this is also just an epic arena show that anyone can appreciate.
Mad Cool 2026. CREDIT: Javier BragadoYou donât need to be a card-carrying member of the Skeleton Clique, for example, to appreciate the festival-ready chant of âheavydirtysoulâ, or the moment when Dun climbs a huge ladder to batter the drum kit atop a precipitous tower of scaffolding. Not to be outdone, Joseph scales the viewing platform opposite the stage, standing on its edge as he sing-songs through the cod-reggae of âRideâ. After that daredevil Russian couple made headlines with their Empire State Building stunt earlier this month, you half expect him to get down on one knee and propose to someone up there.
So, yes, this is a nail-biter of a set, which begins and ends with Joseph standing on a disc thatâs being held up by fans in the front few rows. For any other band, that would be the most noteworthy part of the night; for these guys, itâs just another dizzying combination play. One-nil to Twenty One Pilots.
Twenty One Pilots played:
âOvercompensateâ
âThe Contractâ
âCenter Massâ
âShy Awayâ
âHeathensâ
âNext Semesterâ
âOne Wayâ (with Milky Chanceâs âStolen Danceâ in the bridge)
âTear in My Heartâ
âJumpsuitâ (with first verse and chorus of âCity Wallsâ in the bridge)
âNico and the Ninersâ
âHeavydirtysoulâ
âDrum Showâ
âRAWFEARâ
âDrag Pathâ
âDoubtâ
âRideâ
âTallyâ (with a snippet of Cherâs âBelieveâ in the bridge)
âSeven Nation Armyâ
âStressed Outâ
âTreesâ
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